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not_every_mage) wrote2015-03-20 12:22 pm
not_every_mage) wrote2015-03-20 12:22 pm
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Room 322, Friday After Classes
Anders had made it through class without making some excuse and fleeing to be alone with his new prize, but it was a near thing. When he got back to his room, he shut the door firmly before removing the phylactery from its chain around his neck with trembling hands.
It was funny: When he'd been in the Circle and fantasized about getting the amulet, the fantasies always ended with him smashing it to bits of dust so it would be of no use to anyone and then running as fast as he could. But now that he had it destruction was the last thing on his mind. It was precious, filled with mage blood -- his mage blood -- and with a powerful enchantment on it besides. He'd never been tempted by blood magic, but surely there was something important he could do with it ...
For now, though, he was content to lay back on his bed, watching the phylactery glint in the light and imagining all the places in Thedas he could go now the Circle was no danger, and all the lives he could make for himself in them.
[OOC: Closed door, open post.]
It was funny: When he'd been in the Circle and fantasized about getting the amulet, the fantasies always ended with him smashing it to bits of dust so it would be of no use to anyone and then running as fast as he could. But now that he had it destruction was the last thing on his mind. It was precious, filled with mage blood -- his mage blood -- and with a powerful enchantment on it besides. He'd never been tempted by blood magic, but surely there was something important he could do with it ...
For now, though, he was content to lay back on his bed, watching the phylactery glint in the light and imagining all the places in Thedas he could go now the Circle was no danger, and all the lives he could make for himself in them.
[OOC: Closed door, open post.]